Is This Even Possible?

I'm Batman

Chapter Three. Woo. Okay. I literally wrote this an hour after the second chapter was written.

So, I hope you guys enjoy this story and please, I don't appreciate flame.

Onto the story!

Chapter Three

I'm Batman

July 18th, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas

Okay, so maybe he lied a little. He made it there within four hours and thirty minutes. It's not his fault that he convince Danny Elkins to let him borrow the fucking Colt but luckily, there was seven bullets left, not five. So they had an extra two chances at killing this son of a bitch.

When he pulled up in Lawrence, he rang Jim again.

"Yello?" Jim answered, distracted.

"Jim, it's Dean Harvelle."

"Dean! Where are you man, I thought you said you would be here in four hours!" He could practically hear the smirk in Jim's voice, like an I told you couldn't make it, tone making it's way though the phone.

"I'm in front of the Lawrence Fire Department. And fuck you. I was here in four hours and thirty minutes. Give me a break, will you? Where are you?" Silence answered him.

"Hello?"

"Jim?"

"How in the hell did you manage you make it to Kansas in fucking four hours Dean? Are you superman?" Jim asked, surprised he had actually made it here within the time limit.

"No. I'm batman...NO. I fucking drove like a maniac man. That's how I got here. Just tell me where you are."

"Do you know where the little pizzeria is? It's right past Lawrence First Baptist Church. Just go-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know how to get there. Dave's Pizzeria right?" He asked.

"Yeah...How'd you know that?"

"I told you man. I'm batman." Dean hung up the phone and continued for ten minutes on the lonesome road before he made it to Dave's Pizzeria.

When he entered the pizzeria, all he saw was Jim's short black hair standing up in every direction, his hazel eyes drifting everywhere, a large cheese pizza in front of him and a stack of documents on the table beside the pizza.

Dean stomped over to the table, sat down harshly and yanked the papers towards him.

"So, batman, what do you think of the research?" Jim Yankee asked him.

"Where's the children that turn six months tonight at?" Dean didn't care about any of these children. He cared about the child or children that turned six month old so he could protect them.

"Well..." Jim digged around in his bag for a moment. "There's only one. Their name is Kendall Bryce Parkinson. Parents are Sophie Grace Parkinson and Joshua Marshall Parkinson. They had four children, including Kendall. Their names are Joyce, Brian, and Olivia. Address is 124 Clearwater Avenue. Grandparents are H-"

"That's all I need to know, thank you."124 Clearwater Street. 124 Clearwater Street. 124 Clearwater Street. It was like a mantra in his head.

"Dude, why are you wanting to know about a six month old child?"

Should I tell him the truth? Probably. I'm gonna need back up.

"There's this demon, Azazel. He is different than any other demon. He has yellow eyes like a cat, and he's the reason why all these omens are happening. He's creating an army; it consists of demons, monsters, and human children. Yes, human children. When certain children turn six months old, he appears in their bedrooms and gives them some of his blood. Demon blood. It gives these children powers and one of them will lead an army of demons to redemption. And we need to stop it."